They hadn't expected this... their hands tied with a length of rope were beginning to ache. Through blurry eyes they finally began to process their surroundings. Blood marking the walls, drawn on by hands of the people inside; all of which were dead. Candles had caught the walls on fire and the heat was scalding, crackling hot.
One man remained, the center of his bare chest marred with deep black marks in an odd crest. One they'd been seeing on cult activity across the city. Smearing blood across the floor he was drawing some sort of symbol beneath them, babbling and ranting while he did it.
Smoke burnt their lungs and made their eyes water as the fire crumpled the building somewhere nearby. His hands smeared blood finishing the symbol under their sacrifice, babbling about opening the way. He slid sideways and died spitting up blood.
With the symbol finished <Name> felt themselves falling forwards, lungs seizing from smoke. They just were trying to investigate reports of screaming and now... they were going to die. Flames licked to the edge of the circle surrounding them burning their skin.
They fell forwards and unconscious, memory and thought being burnt away to ash.
They woke being dragged by their body camera straps, the strapping digging into their waist. The heavy footfalls reminded of a dire horse, slow and powerful. Dropped down into the grass he huffed looking at the sky, "First time being summoned in forever and it's in the middle of a fire." He dropped his weight back into the grass of the field. Massive legs bent the wrong way ending in massive hooves. A thick tail wrapped over his ankle as he leaned back his head hanging back.
Its been so long... Short black hair flicked in the wind, two horns swept back from his temples like those of a goats. A soft arch ending in rounded points. In the light, he had gold eyes with squared pupils, alit by the evening sky. ... since I felt the sunshine. he sunned his face in the dimming light stretching